Ahh, only a day late ...

USS Missouri, Hawaii




(Craig is such a boy sometimes!*)


The stars indicate targets and the 289? the number of rounds fired.


I call this photo Alas, poor Capt. Yorick**.

* It's adorable. I love it.
** hee! I find it too amusing. Sigh.

Week Thirty-Eight

Sunday
Just before Midnight on Saturday I started making brownies for lunch on Sunday afternoon. The brownies were delicious and didn't last even 6 hours. One day, perhaps, I will remember to post the recipe.


Monday
A co-worker gave me a cupcake as a thank you for helping him on Friday.
It was delicious and worth the proof-reading and re-wording.


Tuesday
The beautiful poppies are dying.


Wednesday
I loved the light when I took the photo of my goat horns so I shot my nouveau Box Brownie as well.


Thursday
Kowhai, a golden flower at golden hour. A dark smear behind is our car.


Friday
Matiu/Somes Island seen from the train on the way home.


Saturday
Jayne finished her ball dress (she made it!) & I played photographer.


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Like so many others, I wore my hair in a loose side plait. Inspired by Alexander Wang SS10.
I really don't like this self-portrait but I left it until Saturday and I really had little choice.

It's like they don't know me at all ...

I have had this conversation three or four times in the last half hour:

S: Oo! My Goat Antlers* have arrived!
Other: Wha?
S: My Goat Antlers.
Other: Huh?
S: my Goat Antlers with Cranium attached!
Other: Where did you get them?
S: Trademe**
Other: Are they ... Do they ... smell?
S: No. (sniffs antlers) No. I think that was the packaging.
Other: Why? What for? Ugh? Weird?
S: To mount. On the wall. Goat Antlers. With Cranium attached!



Goat Antlers with Cranium attached!


* Uh yea. Goats have Horns. But they were advertised and sold as "antlers" so it stuck.
** NZ eBay

Dearest, Oh Darling, The Internet

I don't know how and I don't know why* but I'm involved in yet another to-do, hullabaloo, revue, production with the Butterfly Creek Theatre Troupe. And our rehearsals are on Tuesdays and Thursdays and Sundays (oh my).

Forgive me, dear Internet, for it seems that in order to keep my head above the metaphorical waters, to distract myself from the reality that I don't live in London, that I haven't for a year, & shan't for oh lord, maybe another year, in order to survive in suburbia, I have heaped the plate of my life right to the edges.
I have rehearsal 2-3 days a week, exercise as often as humanly possible, a yen to trip away up the coast, a week of house sitting, a 7:30-5 job (Dolly Who?), friends, a husband, photography projects, tv-obsessions, a trip to Japan to plan, a storage unit to unpack, a house to furnish on a severe budget**, a pile of books-to-read as tall as my knees, tattoos to plan*** and and and and and and and!

Please ignore that keening sound. It will pass soon.

My cup (plate! damn mixed metaphors) overfloweth. But! I hope (I HOPE) that productivity breeds productivity and that this darling site doesn't fall by the wayside.

xoxo

Sarah-Rose


* that's a lie. I do it because I love it. It's like crack to me.
** Craig-o-potamus and I are moving. In November. Details to follow when they become interesting.
*** Kidding Mum!

Oh dear oh dear. Not enough hours in the day today.

It's the simple things ...

Today was quite a nice day.
Sometimes Mondays can be like that.

Week Thirty-Seven

Sunday
Father-Darling took us to Bella Italia for Father's Day lunch - I came away with delicious Limoncello Slice.


Monday
Craig chose Monday night to go through our accounts. Masochist.


Tuesday
I allowed a co-worker's daughter to colour in my cupcake tattoo.
I wasn't expecting the whole thing to be coloured in and then I had to spend all day looking like I have a ridiculously bad tattoo.


Wednesday
Our train was cancelled in the morning so Craig and I ended up driving in to work.
I quite like it, it's half an hour of hanging with Sir C & the music we listen to instead of jabbering commuters.


Thursday
In these shoes I am 5'5.25" (4 inch heels) and it's quite a different experience. Also? they last featured on 365 in 2009 on a Thursday.


Friday
Catching a late train. A grey day and a very grey mood.


Saturday
Meringue coffee (actually? it was just a latte) at Flax Café, Petone.


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Rose Tattoo: Work Shirt Edition

So I turn my head away.

I hate the sunsets here.
It's just another day ending in a country I find suffocating.

(photo from January 2008)

USS Missouri

USS Missouri, Pearl Harbour
27 August 2008



We were on a tour which took us all around Pearl Harbour*. It was a little strange to be touring the USS Missouri after the glorious dead of the USS Arizona.



But all the pomp and waving stars and stripes quickly moved that little black cloud onwards



Until ... oop - there it is.


* I wish I'd been able to take a photo of the FBI building in Hawaii - it looks like it has windows, like any other office block type building, only it's on the edge of nowhere and the windows are all filled in.

Week Thirty-Six

Sunday
It rained and it rained and it rained and it rained.


Monday
I had another day off work and I spent it watching movies I've seen many times before. And one that I'd never seen*.


Tuesday
Reading a good book on the train (The Undertaking: Life Studies from the Dismal Trade by Thomas Lynch) with Craig by my side.


Wednesday
Trying on beautiful clothes that, ultimately, I did not buy.


Thursday
The morning spent at a Speed Reading course. It was surprisingly interesting and effective.


Friday
After work drinks lead to a later than usual train ride home.


Saturday
Visiting a vintage store I came away with a glorious kitsch souvenir scarf from Rome and a vintage camera. All for under $5.


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* Ferris Bueller's Day Off.